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[bobmckellar]

Early Threadstart, I need some extra slack in my morning schedule.

We should have a good game, as I have already used up our collective daily ration of physical and mental miscues.

On my way to the breakfast table this morning, I managed to drop my standard morning meal on the tile floor, where the bowl exploded, sending out a grenade’s worth of oatmeal, walnuts, dead grapes and strawberry jam. And shards of glass.

The dogs immediately volunteered to assist in recovery and cleanup, but The Boss seemed to think that glass pieces were not approved parts of a doggy diet, so there was some energetic refereeing going on.

I had a hard time keeping up with all the action, particularly since, by definition, I hadn’t had any breakfast yet. But eventually all dogs were crated and most of the outer layers of food were sopped up. Not my preferred way to start the day, but now nothing else bad will happen all day.

I’ve hit my quota.

We now return to previously scheduled programming.

The time has come to talk of Thanksgiving. (Yes, I know I should have done this Thursday, but I’m so short of ideas this year I didn’t want to waste one on a non-game day. In fact, if I can write like my old DC days with only half a term paper’s worth of actual information and the thing due tomorrow morning, I may even get an extra game out of it.)

I’d like to talk about Thanksgiving Trees. These are not the commercial excesses of Christmas trees, but much related to family trees, determining who you have Thanksgiving dinner with.

My early memories of Thanksgiving were with just my parents and two brothers. My parents’ generation was spread out over Mexico, Texas and Arkansas. Although geographically contiguous, there were a lot of square miles involved, so we didn’t have many extended family events. Our tree was short.

At DC, I was close enough to my parents’ home for Thanksgiving trips, and I think the students could usually find a local dinner if their journeys home would have been too long. I suspect it’s still that way.

Thanksgiving 1968 was the week after I graduated Navy OCS, and I guess I was in Chicago then, where my parents had moved. It was still a very short Thanksgiving Tree. But life sped up.

By Thanksgiving 1969 I had a wife and month old son, so I was part of another tree, and starting my own. We were in New Orleans as I watched my ship get built. I don’t remember Thanksgiving. I was busy.

The ship was of course a sort of family, and we celebrated Thanksgiving. If we were in our home port, the families would come to dinner. At sea, we were on our own but did what we could to keep things festive.

A fully equipped actual turkey encloses an awful lot of air, a very inefficient use of space. Since I had to keep 90 days’ worth of food for 250 men on hand, we cheated a bit. We’d take one actual fully featured turkey, cook it up nice and pretty, and cut a few slices off for display. The rest of the meat was turkey loaf. (But high quality turkey loaf.) Nobody seemed to notice.

Things were rocking along, then the Navy ran out of money with VietNam winding down, and cut a bunch of us sailors loose early. So in early 1971 I became a banker in Savannah GA. (That was so long ago it was still considered an honorable profession.) For the only time in my life, I wore a necktie to work every day. I also had an enlarged family, with a daughter born that summer.

But although I didn’t know it at the time, some serious Thanksgiving Tree Trimming was on the way.

I swear, I thought I had a clear destination in mind when I began this Threadstart, but it seems to be getting lost in the fog. But I have a compass here in TSWHQ, and I’ll proceed on course.

Go Cats!

[MLC67]

For Thanksgiving "break" in 1967, we had our last class end at noon Wednesday, had lunch before four of us climbed into a Vokeswagon beetle. Hit rain and fog in Delaware, arriving home 2:30 am Thanksgiving morning, with the driver, a senior from Connecticut, continuing on to his home another one and half hours drive.

Left north Jersey 8:00 am Sunday morning to have time that evening to prepare for our 8:00 am classes Monday morning. Better than walking both ways uphill. Glad to be back on campus as the bb season was just about to begin, starting the Mike Maloy Era of domination over everyone but those darn tar holes from Carolina.

Go 'Cats - give us some more life long memories.
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[JCDC]

I wouldn't know the word redux if it weren't for John Updike and the time to read novels at a college in North Carolina.

[71cat]

MLC67: Wasn't 1967 the year we went to Winston Salem for the Wake game, and filled in for Jack Trotter and Charlie Brown as cheerleaders? Or do I remember something that didn't happen?
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"That little sucker can shoot, man!"
Driesell, C. "Lefty" (1931-)

[BDL]

Any word on Pusica?

[ChantillyCat]

Per Jarod Latch, Northeastern is missing three starters, including Pusica who is out for 4 to 6 weeks -- broken wrist.

Direct link to game: http://www.espn.com/watch/player?bucketId=5258&id=a55e6d17-fe8b-4cd0-b07d-c902680b4025
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[MLC67]

We went to Old Salem in February 68 to watch DU bury Wake, as Doug Cook dominated with about 30 points. I remember being in the stands the whole time, however.
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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for men of good will to do nothing. Eddie Burke

Esse Quam Videri

[MrMac]

Sound low and lighting too. Enjoy seeing Cats on tube, though.

[MrMac]

[stan]

Let's guard that guy
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"Then they started making 3s. A lot of 3s. We're talking more 3s than a bad dating site."

[MrMac]

Both teams hitting their shots, experiencing ball handling issues. Huskies up 18-16. Under 12.

[BDL]

[MrMac]

Grady for 3. Relief!

[MrMac]

KG for 2 more, then a silly foul. 31-26 Cats. Under 4 mins.

[MrMac]

Luka and Duca both have some seriously good post footwork.